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I had seen the sails of the ship as she approached and I had made my way through the forest to the headland, the same headland overlooking where the mutineers had been sunk on the rock and roll that were hidden just below the surface a few 100 yards offshore.

I knew with certainty that this ship would hit those Lapp rocks. They were crisp steep pinnacles that would rip the bottom out of her. I had once swum out there and seen them about six or a little more infantry below.

They ripped into the side of the ship, gouging a yap along her length, the water rushed in so quick that it was a subject of endorsement before she was gone. I knew that from after the sentence the mutineers sank, that there would be useful taking on the beach over the next few twenty-four hours. At 1st, I thought there were no survivor until I saw person swimming awkwardly towards me.

I watched from the safety of the tree and saw the char dragging herself from the water before she collapsed to the sand and lay still. I didn't move a muscle, I kept watching for a sign that there might be others but I saw no one.

She was the commencement living person that I had seen in years, I was happy with my creature admirer on the island, I was scared, I now no longer knew how to communicate with another human being, I had almost forgotten how to talk.

So, I just sat and watched her. It was a yearn time before she stirred, I saw her struggle to a sitting post and watched as she looked around. I could get a line that she was crying as she climbed to place upright on unsteady legs. She waded back into the water, shouting out names but only the plash of waves on sand answered her. Then just like me, all those years ago, she sat down and sobbed.

Hesitantly, I approached her from behind, to support and watch, uncertain of what to do next. Finally, I went finisher, I laid a hand on her shoulder, it was the legal injury thing for me to have done, she squealed as she jumped with shock before turning to depend at me. Her eyes were wide-eyed with fear as she took in my appearance. My pelt was a deep brown colour, burned in by eld of sun. My hair was yearn and tangled and my apparel were made from animal skin. Two large shining curl tusk hung at my chest, I must sustain been a strange wild sight to her. It didn't avail that I carried a Brobdingnagian bow and a bag of arrow, with a sword hung at my waist.

She cringed away from me as I reached behind my back but I saw her relax slightly when I held my gourd vine of water out to her. Her eyes never left my face as she drank, when she was finished, I reached a hand to her, after a long pause she lifted hers to mine and I pulled her to her feet.

I beckoned for her to comply, waiting as she looked back to where the ship had sunk, then she turned and followed me.

After a while we arrived at my family, we hadn't spoken a word on the way. I reached for my veil rope, gave a tug and the Mexican valium run came tumbling down. I pointed to the ravel and she peered up with a puzzled spirit on her face, there was nada to see from the ground, just a ravel disappearing into thick foliage.

I took hold of the run and climbed, when I reached the first leaves I looked down and beckoned her again, when I saw her start to follow me, not without some trouble, I carried on.

She came up to gaze in awe at what she saw, my firm in the tree. She stepped from the ravel, testing the floor with her substructure obviously unsure whether or not it was secure. I sat and watched her as she walked around, taking in the piece of furniture, tapping the walls and roof. She stopped to study the haunches of meat that hung, salted and drying.

At the doorway into my bedchamber, she suddenly screeched and jumped back as Frederick, one of my furry protagonist jumped from a box and out of the window before disappearing among the branches. It was an animal somewhat like a prominent squirrel, although I had not the flimsy thought what it actually was but it was my theater friendly pet, not exactly tone down nor was it totally tempestuous, just somewhere in between, we got along okay.

I went to her, took her bridge player and led her to the bench. She watched as I struck two rocks together, the spark lighting the pasture brake in my cooking fireplace. This was a quite prominent alloy dish, peltate, that I had found in the mountains. It was sat on a circle of rock candy to prevent the wood below from getting burned.

I swung the pan of water over after I had added wood to the flaming. When the urine began to boil, I threw in a handful of berry, allowing them to simmer for a piece. I handed her one of the gull I had filled, she sniffed warily at it before taking a sip, a surprised aspect on her grimace, it tasted remarkably like coffee although I had no thought what it really was.

Then I heard the first spokesperson spoken to me in so many years,"Do you talk English ? Who are you ? Where do you come from ?"

I struggled to form the wrangle, to say my name."L-L-Laura."I stammered and then I started to cry, it was the get-go meter that I had cried since I buried my parents near the beach so long ago.

I felt her arms around me, holding me tight as I cried, I clung to her as she whispered in my ear, soothing me until I quietened,"My name's Elizabeth,"she told me,"it's okay Laura, I've got you."

"Please order me what year is it ?"I asked her.

"1864, July."

For a minute, I thought, I wasn't used to doing sums anymore,"My God, I've been here eight years then. Do you have it away the particular date ?"

Elizabeth I had to think as she worked out the engagement,"It's the 21st today, why, is it authoritative ?"

"Yes, it's my natal day today, I'm eighteen."Then I started to cry again.

After a while I calmed myself, before haltingly and with long interruption, I began to tell her my story.

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We were three years in New S wale ( later Australia ), where my father had been a deputy Colonel serving with the British Army.

I was only seven old age of age when we departed from England for him to accept up his location, he and my female parent were excited at the panorama of the three class accompanied posting to a far away and seemingly exotic place.

Unfortunately, they were sadly disillusioned, it wouldn't be longsighted before they both wished that they had never seen the place. Fever was rife, food was often scarce with very short choice, convicts and settlers were both a constant cause of trouble. All in all, for them, it was like a blaze on earth.

For me, it wasn't quite so bad, I was shielded from the pip of what went on and my days were spent at the small English language school in Sydney colony. Even so, I think we were all sword lily when the notice came to an end. Certainly, I was excited at the prospect of being back in England and meeting up with my old friends.

father had decided, that rather than us taking the traditional route back, via Confederate States Africa's Cape of commodity hope, that we would take a ship to Hawaii, spend a few weeks there before travelling on to California, then overland before to then board another ship back to England, the whole thing just sounded so adventurous to me.

The Golden Eagle was a beautiful three-masted schooner with absolutely masses of brilliant white canvas. I even had my own cabin, albeit, it was humble and cramped what with the bunk, one cupboard and a wash basin but it was mine and I was over the moon.

I didn't much like the headwaiter, he was very gruff, bordering on downright rude when he even deemed to answer a enquiry from any of the rider. I could clearly see my father bristling whilst striving to halt his temper. I soon realised that the sea captain was more concern in his freight than he was in a bunch of unwelcome rider. There were two other family besides my own, ten of us all told.

We hauled our mainstay and set sail on a beautiful sunny day, sailors flying all over the tackle and the masts in response to the maitre d''s orders, canvas clapped in a thunderous hollering as they were unfurled before catching the hint. By evening we were well elucidate of the bay and drift in an easterly direction.

During the next two calendar week, we called at respective islands, I can't remember all their names now but they included, New Caledonia so called by Captain James Cook the noted explorer, he was the first European to land there and he named it after a place in Scotland.

Then on to Republic of Fiji where I found the local tribesmen quite frightening, it was said that they were cannibals.

The weather condition was still alright and sunny when we left Fiji, but the Captain was complaining that there was not enough breaking wind to keep the sheet filled, he had every possible in of sail spread but still, we only seemed to be creeping along. Then on the second day, the wind dropped away to zippo and we were completely becalmed. The water was like a glass mirror, not a ace ripple disturbed the surface of the sea. A stocky mist appeared as if from nowhere, enveloping the ship.

The following day, the Captain had two longboats lowered, recollective forget me drug snaking from them to the ship. Each had ten sweating crewman toiling at their oars as they attempted to preserve some way on the ship. To me, it seemed quite pointless, as they made hardly any difference to our progress.

All day and into the Night they rowed, with just an casual pause to swap crowd. The poor weary souls struggled to rise aboard, they were so tired.

In the morning, I overheard father saying to my mother that he felt there was trouble brewing. The crew were not happy with their lot. But the Captain appeared to be oblivious to their troth and simply kept on driving them. He even had one man flogged who had refused to go back in the boats, so bad were the bleb on his hands.

On the quarter day, a blue breeze began to flap the canvass and once more we were moving but still only very slowly. The Captain did not retrieve the boat, still, the men dipped and pulled at their oars.

It was sometime in the afternoon of day five when I heard the lookout station shout"demesne Ho, mulct to larboard."

My father had overhear one of the officer saying that because of the mist, they had been unable to occupy a sighting and consequently, they had no idea exactly where we were and they weren't certain what island it might be that the lookout had sighted. Soon it became unmistakable that there were in fact, a number of very small-scale islands becoming seeable, with just one fairly large one.

Meanwhile, the wind had improved to suit quite a stiff zephyr and I noticed the ship had altered its course and was now heading for the larger of the islands.

As we approached I could see shimmering guts backed by dense forest, it all looked quite sandbag. Soon a diminished bay became evident and the ship's passage was slowed, by half of the sails being taken in. A leadsman was swinging his line at the bows, calling out the depth of water system beneath the ship as we entered the entering of the bay. We didn't go very far in before the anchor was dropped.

I saw drum being loaded into the boats, For water, my father explained when I asked what they were for. Yet again, the crewman were having to row, I saw several with bleeding hands as they climbed over the position and down into the boats. They didn't smell very happy.

Some time of day later the boat returned to the ship, a young lieutenant, shouting at the crews as they manhandled the barrelful into slings.

I'm not sure how it happened but I heard the gimcrack clash followed by shriek and shouts. Two cask had come loose and crashed back down into the boat below. They killed one man and seriously injured another before smashing a huge hole in the merchantman of the boat. It sank very fast as the Panama scrambled for safety.

The maitre d'hotel had two more than men tied up for flogging, he blamed them for the going of a boat, he didn't seem at all concerned for the abruptly or spite men.

The crew stood in surly silence as the first of the two men were fastened to a diffraction grating but a gang fight of noise began to intumesce as the bosun raised his whiplash. He paused to front at the Captain,"Carry out your duty,"the Captain snapped at him. The whiplash fell, scourging the man's back as he screamed before it fell again and again.

Of course, I didn't actually see any of this, I had been hustled below to my cabin but I could still hear quite clearly what was happening.

Then I heard a pistol dead reckoning, the same Edward Young deputy from the longboat had fired at three men who had rushed the bosun and grabbed a hold of his whip. I heard the headwaiter shouting"Cease firing off"but it was too late, the crowd went berserk, attacking any officeholder in spate. Sir Thomas More blastoff rang out and men screamed as I could hear foot charging along the deck of cards above me. Then, just as suddenly it went quiet.

I could get word my female parent and another char weeping through the thin wall that divided our cabins. My female parent was shouting my father's name before she went, still shouting, up to the deck. I heard her yell his name again, then she was sobbing.

The door to my cabin crashed open and from my hiding billet beneath the bunk, I heard someone enter before leaving with a nemesis. There were more screams from the neighbouring cabins, followed by shooting iron pellet, then the two former wives were dragged away. I was alone as it went quiet below decks.

I crept from my hidey-hole and peaked out of my cabin, nada moved but I almost screamed out loud at the mickle of the two abruptly men lying in the passage. It was the husbands of the two charwoman that had been taken away.

I snatched up the boastfully sticker that one was holding, I wasn't exactly for certain what I intended doing with it but it seemed to help calm my nerve. I crept quietly along the passageway, ignoring the kickoff ladder that we usually used, I could hear the sottish yell just above me. When I reached a secondly run, Thomas More to the aft of the ship, I slowly stole up, one soft footmark at a fourth dimension. I poked my head over the rim of the hatch and to my rest, there was no one nearby.

I wasn't at all indisputable what I should do but I knew that I couldn't stay hidden below. I crawled to a cargo hatchway to gingerly peer around the recession. My mother and the two women were tied to masts, their clothes hanging in tatters, my mother was almost nude with her large breasts jiggling about as she struggled.

I almost screamed when I saw my forefather lying on the deck covered in blood, I was sure he was dead.

There was a substantial odor of rum in the air, coming from two barrel that the sailors kept filling their visage from. I watched as one weaved towards my mother, he offered her a drink from his mug but she spat at him, he slapped her intemperate across the face and then jammed a hand between her legs while he laughed at her.

Others cheered him on as his hands began to unfasten his knickers. He let them fall to his ankle and his vast member sprung into view standing out like a canon in front of him. He moved his soundbox forward, his penis pushing between my mother's second joint. I saw hear be given towards him as he pushed but her assailant got a daze when her oral cavity enclosed his olfactory organ, he screamed as she bit the end of his nose off, ancestry spurting everywhere as he staggered away.

Another man ran at my mother, his clenched fist connecting with her chin. I saw her straits drop as she was knocked unconscious. A red rage came over me, I didn't wait to think but I jumped from my hiding stead with the dagger in my hand and charged the man who was also now lowering his knickers. Before I reached him, a number of the crew began shouting loudly when they saw me, I clearly heard one,"There be the little chick we bin looking for."

I raised my sticker high school as I neared and took a mighty swing down at him. The shouts from his mates made him change by reversal his head towards me, he took a half pace backwards, this causing my downward stab to miss his body, the momentum of my swing carried on down and then his penis was wiggling on the deck of cards, neatly severed by my dagger.

Men were now rushing in a plenty to beguile me, I swerved aside, stabbing wildly as I ran but there was nowhere to run to. I found myself trapped in the bows as they now cautiously came nearer, several were carrying large wooden belaying pins. In desperation, I searched for an escape but there was none. As the first-class honours degree hand grabbed at me, I stabbed again and then I turned and heaved myself up the railing to then leap into the sea below.

I pushed the dagger inside my blouse and began swimming as hard as I could towards the nearest shoring which was perhaps two hundred yards away. I felt myself tiring as I heard the splash of oars behind me and the shout encouraging the oarsman to pull harder.

They were close by the time I felt gumption beneath my substructure. With a last billow of Energy, I forced myself to my feet, wading the last few feet to the beach. As I ran I could hear the shout getting ever closer, then I felt a handwriting snatching at my blouse, I twisted away and saw him stumble and fall heavily to the sand.

I was now gasping for breather, I thought they would entrance me but my hazard held, suddenly I was into the tree diagram, curses only foot behind. The thorns tore at my clothing and skin, I was bleeding as I ran into the almost heavy barrier. My foot hit something hard and I fell to the dry land, immediately I saw my escape, there was a base or so beneath the thorns and the primer coat, on hands and knees I scurried forwards. I was rewarded by the receding strait of their call and curses.

I reached a small hollow and rolled myself in where I lay striving to suspire deeply and calm my shattered nerves. I was desperately afraid and wanted to get further away but I had no forcefulness left to run.

For what seemed like hours I lay and cried, still listening to the men as they searched for me. It was getting dark and yet still they were there. I saw a flickering, they had lit a fervor on the beach and obviously, they intended staying.

Slowly, I crawled back towards the boundary of the trees. I saw another gravy holder had joined the one that had chased me and there was now a large radical of sailors sat around the fire. I could sense salted pork roasting on the firing, mixed once more with the savour of rum in the air. I lay and watched, trying to captivate what they were discussing.

One, who appeared to be leading the group, called for hush. I heard him show out that they were now mutineers and murderer, it was time to forget about the girl and get away to somewhere safe. Some argued, that a piffling longer in searching for the young virgin wouldn't hurt. But eventually, they put it to the vote and decided they would leave in the good morning. Once decided, they got down to hearty eating and drinking.

A couple of hours later and they were all asleep, their drunken snores shattering the night. I crept over the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin towards them searching for anything useful that I might find.

The kickoff thing I came across was a pistol complete with powder pouch, quietly I lifted it away from beside its owner. Then I found a sword, vauntingly and enceinte. There was still a big hank of pork hanging by the dying fire, I cut it away before quickly making my way along the beach, I was looking for a better route inland, a way to avoid the thorns.

It was then that I saw the tracks left by the water gang earlier, so I turned and followed them in the moonshine. They led between immense tree diagram so impenetrable, that very quickly it was too dark for me to see their tracks. I crawled behind one huge Tree and sat down. I was starving and thirsty, I chewed at the porc, the stream quenched my thirst.

The other twinkle filtering down through the branches woke me. I sat and listened for an age but heard zippo except for the jazz which had risen in the early hours. I followed the footsteps back to the beach, they were gone, the beach was discharge, enceinte waves dashed ashore.

I saw the last gravy holder being winched aboard, then I saw organic structure being thrown over the face. A short piece later, the canvas were being unfurled. As the wind took hold, I could see the anchorperson leaving the pee to be pulled aboard, the ship leaned with the twist and then she was moving fast towards the entrance of the bay.

As the ship cleared the headland I could see monolithic moving ridge smashing into her. The air current was now like a gale, the ship could not navigate into it and it was being pushed sideways but to what still seemed like open water supply.

Soon she would be hidden by the headland out of my sight. Then I saw her rise up as if lifted by a obliterate hired hand, even with the wind and distance, I still heard the mighty crash of breaking quality as she crashed back down. The ship lifted once Sir Thomas More, then she was leaning over for a abbreviated moment before with a lurch, the ship turned right over. It seemed only seconds before she was gone, not a house of her remained.

Even with my picayune knowledge of the sea, I knew she had hit careen hidden beneath the surface.

I was alone with my grief, I cried and cried, sobbing until I had null left, then I crawled back to the trees to escape from both the wind and the rain that was now pouring.

The storm lasted two days, during which time I shivered, seeking tax shelter where I could, until at last, the sun broke through the clouds and the air current went away. At the beach, waves still lashed onto the sands. The beach was littered with all way of things washed up from the drop ship. instinct told me to gather whatever I found, I soon had several piles well unmortgaged of the pee.

Then I noticed the organic structure, a little further along. The first was Mrs Peterson, one of the other passengers, then I found my mother and Padre, strangely lying side of meat by side on the sand at the water supply's boundary. The urine had cleaned the blood away and somehow in death, they looked passive, it helped me through my grief.

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Here, I stopped my floor, the memory too intense in my mind, I had only been ten when I buried my parents. Again she held me as I wept uncontrollably before she led me to my bed, covering me with my mantle. Her hands stroking my hair as I let the yr of secret sorrow come pouring out.

When I woke, I found her immobile asleep, lying on the level beside my bed, she still had hold of my script. Quietly, I rose, trying not to fire up her but as I lay her arm across her soundbox, I saw the dried salinity on her skin and clothes.

I heated water before softly bathing her arm. She must have been exhausted because she never stirred until I washed her case. Her eyes sprung open in warning signal before she realised it was me and that I was washing her. As she sat up, her clothes creaked with their stiffness, she didn't physical object as I struggled to unfasten the buttons of her dress.

I lowered it off her shoulders then took my textile to her neck, lifting her hair as I washed. The two melt off strap that held her slip up fell down her arms and it dropped to her shank, I washed her back. For the first time in my life history, I found myself marvelling at another's body, no wonder really, she was beautiful and her skin was so soft.

I finished her back and without opinion, I moved around to her front man as I rinsed the material. When I raised my eyes I froze, her breast were there, right in nominal head of my eyes, they were larger than my own but still firm and erect. I jerked myself back and tentatively reached out with my cloth before continuing to wash her. I saw her nipples stiffen and grow as washed them, I wondered what had caused it, it wasn't cold.

I motioned for her to stand then eased her buckram wearing apparel to the floor, my washables had got slower as I studied her, for some ground, my centre kept going back to the two fuss between her ramification. I felt her tremble as my textile rinsed them free of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, again I wondered why.

I worked down the figurehead of both legs, then pushed her around to face away from me again. As I washed back up, I saw her leg spread wider apart when I neared her backside. I could see the salt caked in the shot of her cheeks. With tonic piss I rinsed her, I saw her petty secret mess as I worked down, soaking the salt away, then I was underneath between her legs with my cloth. My fount was snug to her backside, I was shocked when I had a sudden itch to kiss her there.

In confusion, I hastily stood. I placed the bowl on the mesa before gently pushing her to slant her fountainhead down so I could gargle her hair.

Once again I was staring at her hanging white meat as they swayed from face to side. I could now feel a strange esthesis running through my body. My nipples were punishing and set up, dragging on my dress, there was a tingle between my wooden leg that I had only ever noticed once before when I had watched two of my furry acquaintance mating in the forest.

I carried the bowl away, trying to hide the growing flush I could feel on my font. I didn't understand my smell, I felt ashamed, shocked even and yet I knew cryptic inside, that I had got excited looking at her trunk, especially her buck private post.

I went and sat outside, the cool dark air easing me back to normality. I had no sexual experience, not even a sexual thought process in my life, with a jolt, I knew that's what I was experiencing. My body was responding to this woman, why ? Was it because my consistency had reached an age of wanting sex and Elizabeth II just happened to be the only person available ? Or was it actually her that I was attracted to ? All I knew, was that the question and response were beyond me, I simply didn't have the experience that a normal animation may have given me.

When I went back inside, she was curled on my bed, fast numb with her backside facing me. I sat in my death chair, not wanting to look but ineffectual to drag my eyes away. The prickling was back between my legs, almost without thought, I had pulled my forgetful skirt to my pelvic girdle before my fingers traced over my slice beneath my mound of hair, with a outset, I realised I was soaking, liquid was seeping out of me. It smelled strange when I sniffed at my digit but I liked it, it seemed to make shiver.

My fingers went back to my slit and for the first metre in my living I caressed my emerging rim, the touch felt decent. I wasn't really aware when a digit slipped between the fold of flesh until I felt the warmheartedness, strange feelings now surged through me. I pushed my finger deeper, exploring new territory, searching for the source of the frisson that had now become so vivid. I almost jerked up from my chair when my finger found a small lump at the top of my backtalk. I knew instantly that I had found what I was seeking, I felt it, then caressed it between my fingers and it grew tumid as a fire began to build. I had no melodic theme what was happening to me but it did palpate good.

My eyes were riveted to the two mounds of her buttocks, the piddling maw that I could see and the mash lips between her legs. My body was consumed, something was happening, I was in Heaven. I bit my lips with my dentition so as to prevent myself from moaning out loud, then my altogether body shook as inherent aptitude caused me to frantically rub at the button.

Slowly, I calmed, my torso relaxing, although my legs still trembled. My mind was in a offer, I didn't understand what had just happened but I knew it was the most intense and beautiful thing I had ever experienced. Somehow, I knew that I had just grown up.

In the morning I made breakfast, while Elizabeth dressed in her now washed and dried apparel that I had left by the bed.

Her face was still creased with anxiety but her cutis had recovered its colour. She looked more relaxed.

For some reasonableness, I found that I couldn't look at her directly, I was flustered and unsure and I dare not reckon her in the eye. When I stole hidden glances I felt the prickling beginning to make once more.

When we had cleared away, she asked me if I would continue with my story, I needed a distraction from my thoughts, so relieved, I continued.

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For various solar day, I dragged woodland, Mexican valium, chests, minute of piece of furniture from the water, even a cooking pot floated ashore. Two sails were the hardest to drag from the water, one took me respective twenty-four hours, I only managed by getting a bit at a clip onto the hot sand, pegging it down until it dried and then pulling more from the water.

I ached from caput to toe but as the days went by, I felt my muscularity hardening, my potency construction. intellectual nourishment had not yet become an result, there was plenty of fruit about, coconuts by the hundred, some eccentric of banana tree that I couldn't eat raw but they were OK baked over a fire. There were other alien looking fruits that I wasn't prepared to take chances eating just yet.

When I had pulled the last of the canvas ashore, I found a number of fish caught up in the folding, one or two looked quite awful, with vicious spines and declamatory snapping teeth, these I let go. But others looked like what I thought of as normal fish and these I found to be toothsome once I got the hang of how to prepare them right.

At low gear, I built a shelter close to the beach, just within the tree occupation. heap of everything I had salvaged were covered with a canvas sail.

I had been there about a hebdomad, already I was losing path of the daylight. I sat one evening to ponder on my post. I had seen no augury to bespeak that there might be former mass on the island but that didn't mean there weren't. I had no idea how large the island was, so far I had only seen my bay and out to the nearest head by the entree. Beyond the headland, I could see a flaxen tree-lined beach that seemed to go on forever.

I found a tree that looked easy to climb and indeed, so it proved. Soon, I was at the top of the tree, I had picked a dear one as it was taller than most. There was only a canopy of leave to my leftfield and rightfulness, stretching as far as I could see into the aloofness. Inland there were a number of pot, mostly quite small but there was one that dwarfed the others. The nearest I judged to be only two or three mi away, the Tree appeared to break a short way up its sides, I guessed that it was from the mountains that my fresh water current originated.

I decided that I needed to wax, at to the lowest degree the nighest mountain, in typeface I might see any signal of habitation. The side by side day I set off, following the grade of my stream. It seemed the easiest way of getting through the timberland without getting lost.

I carried water, intellectual nourishment, my dagger and sword. I had only gone a fairly short distance when I came to a small lake that had formed in a cancel hollow. It was fed by a waterfall, perhaps twenty or thirty feet high and maybe twenty invertebrate foot across, there was another watercourse leaving the lake besides my own. The lake water was quartz clear, a few midget fish darting here and there.

I made my way around the water's bound until I came to a clear while of sandy filth. There were quite a numeral of animate being footprint, two or three different type. almost were quite pocket-sized but I did see two curing that were large enough to indicate some sort of heavy or bragging animal.

Near the falls, I climbed a fairly steep hill which brought me to a grassy monotonous area, this was split by a wide but shoal river which cascaded over the edge to the lake below.

The trees began again only a few 1000 back, these were massive trees, their huge bole further apart so that it was well-situated to walk below them. However, it was so dense above that it was almost dark where I stood. Where the first leaved branches began above me, I could see no higher.

It was an enchanting place. From above, the sun shining on the lake's surface created a mirror effect, then there was enough of a pleasant grassy area, backed by the trees. This was where I would build my camp.

I snapped myself away from gazing at my surroundings, for now, I needed to keep going. I hadn't got very far when I heard a lot of grunting interference that seemed to issue forth from just ahead of me. I crept forward, trying to hold open the large trees between me and the noise. Then something was crashing through the underbrush behind me, coming straight for me.

Desperately, I scrambled for the down in the mouth branch of the tree I was stood by but I was too late, I saw this huge thing charging at me, it's large curled ivory gleaming. It squealed loudly as it neared, I was rooted to the topographic point in fearfulness. At the last bit, I moved, I jumped to the side of meat of the tree, my sword swing wildly. The stupid beast had been so intent on me that it hadn't seen the tree until I moved, it crashed headfirst into the tree, it didn't nightfall, just staggered about. Now though, it was again looking for me.

I threw my sword, I don't know why, it was just a response. It struck the fauna in the cervix, I doubt that it actually did very much damage but its foreleg caught in the blade's guard and it went tumbling, it lay still where it fell. The creature's impulse had driven the brand up through its headland and it was quite dead.

It appeared to be some kind of black hairy pig, I knew there wouldn't have been much left of me had it hit me. The was no longer any grunting noises ahead, they had gone. I retrieved my sword with some difficulty, wiping the rip off on its hairy torso, then with still shaking peg, I continued on my way.

I followed the river for about another two air mile. Suddenly I was back in daytime, the primer coat rising quite steeply in straw man of me. I paused, taking a potable, while I considered my intimately route up.

It was a hard climb, not so very much for its trouble but to a greater extent that I wasn't used to uninterrupted climbing. I rested a act of prison term, taking the opportunity to look back towards the sea. I could see my bay, it looked to be much closer than for the time it had taken me to get to this point.

Finally, I was at the top and now I saw the full extent of my island, all except one arena hidden behind the orotund mountain. It looked to be about five or six knot wide and somewhere between ten or twelve miles long. My bay was almost exactly midway along its length. As hard as I looked, there was no augury whatsoever of there being anyone else besides myself, no smoke, no buildings and no cleared land.

The larger of the passel was clearly an extinct volcano, at least I hoped it was extinct. Its point looked cockeyed, the side penny-pinching to me was the fall in rim of a huge crater. Briefly, I thought of continuing my exploration by trekking to the Crater but I quickly realised that it would be dark long before I got there. I decided instead, to appear for somewhere near to hand where I could spend the night.

I descended from my crown by a different route, curiosity, nothing more. The side got extortionate, now bare rock not grass and the going got more difficult. I realised that I had made a error, if I retraced my steps it would be night before I reached a safe place to stop. If I pressed on, I could end up in trouble, with nowhere to go in the iniquity. I had piffling choice but to gamble on what I might find ahead.

It was a little later when, by accident I found the cave, I had paused to catch my breath, now quite worried by the rapidly fading brightness. The boulder I leant against moved, first just a brace of inches. I jumped away and it moved several more column inch, I heard a cracking randomness coming from below, then suddenly, the Boulder as if with a nous of its own, slowly rocked before minuscule stone beneath it shattered and it was rolling, knocking me aside as it disappeared down the cliff.

For respective minutes I sat shaking with fright at my almost young woman, then carefully I got to my metrical unit. My slope and an arm scathe where I had been struck but otherwise, I seemed ok. I saw the cave entrance that the boulder had been blocking from survey, it was pitch Shirley Temple Black inside, so I dare not enter any further than just inside the entrance. Exhausted, I settled down and almost immediately I was asleep.

... ... ....

It seemed like a just point to recrudesce from the telling of my geographic expedition, although Elizabeth begged me to go on but I insisted, I was both athirst and tired, I had sat in a chair all Night while she had slept in my bed, I explained to her.

"There's plentitude of room in the bed, you could have shared it with me,"she said.

I felt myself hot flash at the thought of her naked body being next to me, I couldn't aspect at her,"I didn't want to disturb you, you needed the rest,"I managed quietly.

I jumped as she took my hired hand,"Oh you short thing, you're shy, I'm sorry, I didn't realise."

I could feel my face, red and hot as her hand softly rubbed my arm. Then she leaned and her rim kissed my nerve. The shock that went through me was like a bolt of lightning, involuntarily I cringed away, snatching my arm free. When I looked at her, she had a hurt looking at on her face, her back talk trembled, she was closely to tears.

I looked away, until finally, I mumbled,"It's not you Elizabeth and I don't think I'm shy, it's me, I can't stop looking at you without wrong thoughts, with colly thoughts going through my thinker. I don't understand what's happening to me, I'm frightened."

She sat watching me for a spell, considering how to answer me I thought. Instead, she again took my hand,"Come here, let me harbour you."Her arms wrapped around me, my capitulum nestled on her shoulder and she held me tight. She kissed the top of my brain while gently rocking me from English to side. I could sense my mammilla stiffening at the feel of her bosom against mine.

I heard her saying,"You're just confused Laura, you've been alone for such a hanker time, that's all it is."

I lifted my promontory, staring into her eyes, her sass so close to mine. I had never been kissed on the back talk, I'd certainly never before had the inclination to kiss anyone. Now I wanted her lips, I craved to feel them on mine, I could finger my blood pounding and I lost all control.

My hand went behind her head and I roughly pulled her to me, my lips ground into hers. I had no idea how to kiss, it wasn't at all subtle, it was a penury that I couldn't resist. Her eyes were wide with impact, her weapons system and shoulders leaning away from me as she struggled to break out my grip.

I broke the candy kiss but still held her to me,"I'm sorry Elizabeth I, I didn't mean to be so rough, I don't know what I'm doing, please will you kiss me and hold me again."tear rolled down my boldness as I beseeched her.

Her work force came back to my waist as I felt her relax, my heart soared only to be shattered by her tidings,"Laura, I've never kissed a girl, nor ever wanted to, I'm engaged to be married, that's where the ship was taking me, to my fiance."

With a sob, I jumped to the run, burning my hands as I slid down and then blindly I ran into the timberland. limb slashed at my brass, thorns rend my chassis in my headlong rush. It was the burning of salt the sea water in my wounds that shook me from my trauma, I was at the bay.

I turned, searching for my female parent. The cross at the head word of the pile of rock guided me to her. For ages, I sat and cried and then for the first prison term since she had left me I spoke to her,"mama, assist me, tell me what to do, I love her, why doesn't she understand ?"

I screamed when a voice whispered,"Perhaps I do."But it wasn't my mother, the phonation was behind me."I thought I might find you here at your bay, you scared me something silly."Her bridge player rested on my shoulder, I turned to see at her,"Oh my God ! Your typeface, the blood, you're bleeding everywhere,"she exclaimed with a aspect of horror. She cried when she noticed the blood dripping down my arm, puddling in the sand.

She helped me stand and take out me to the master protection that I had built when I first arrived on the island. I lay on the bare bed as she rushed off to the current. Although she washed my wound, most were too bass to stop the flow of blood.

"Cupboard, bedroom, home, bandage and cream."I gasped out between gritted tooth. The pain from the thorns was searing, I had been cut by them before, even one had hurt but hundreds of cuts at the Lapplander fourth dimension was excruciating.

It was sunrise when I woke, Elizabeth I was lying beside me with a blanket gap over us, her middle were open, staring at my face. She smiled when I looked at her, a patrician touch as her lips feathered mine before fetching me a drink of water.

I felt much better, the uncollectible of the annoyance gone. The thorns had something in them that burned when they cut you but they had never seemed poisonous. Now it was a caseful of keeping the wounds clean and free from infection.

Back at the tree diagram star sign, she had eased my apparel over the bandages as she undressed me before telling me to lie down, I declined the offered blanket, it was too warm. She seemed to take longer studying my physical structure than was essential if she were only examining the dressings, she blushed when she saw my nipples stiffening under her regard and she blushed even deeper when she saw me watching her, but she bent and put a finger to my lips then she went to organise some solid food. My heart followed her everywhere.

After we had eaten our meal, I closed my oculus, tiredness overcoming me, I think I smiled as I felt her handwriting take hold of mine.

It was dark when I slowly woke from a recondite sleep. I became mindful of her bare skin touching my side and the hand that cradled my boob, one of her breast lay over my upper arm. She appeared to be sound asleep so her touch could have been accidental but I didn't aid, I was thrilled at the feel of her hand and her breast resting on me.

I covered her script with mine, pressing it gently to me, I knew my mammilla was hard under her bridge player, the rise and crepuscle of my chest as I breathed causing my tit to rub her palm. Never had it felt so sensitive, so in need of caress.

Carefully, I leaned my header to her breast, my mouth stroking the skin until I found her nipple, I took it between my lips and marvelled at the feel before my tongue traced lightly around it. I could feel it getting longer and harder as if I were breathing life into it. I gave it a suction, it seemed the natural matter to do.

I suddenly felt her fingers tighten to squeeze my breast. Was she awake ? Did she cognize ? I wondered. My head were answered when I felt her kiss my hair and her fingers pinched my mamilla, I heard a light moan escape her lips, it sounded like a moan of joy, so sucked harder, then flicked my tongue, her nipple was now much larger than my own ever were.

I felt the loss when her script left my breast but it was to move up my chin level with hers."I want to kiss you now,"she whispered to me. Her lips came to mine and I pressed hard, she pulled back,"gently, like a butterfly stroke,"she told me.

I understood at once when I felt the sensual caress as our lips brushed each other. Then I was shaken as her tongue licked me, teasing between and along my mouth. Tentatively my own spit pushed forward to meet hers, we fenced back and Forth before hers plunged inside my mouth. It lasted for a lifespan, my affection thudding with happiness, I loved this woman so deeply.

As we kissed, still she played with my boob, one moment to fondle all over, the side by side to pinch and pull at my pap, my body was writhing with desire, the tingle between my thighs now buzzed. My own hand took itself to the lips below my hillock, my finger's breadth snatching at my clitoris, I felt her hand over mine and she pressed it down, rubbing my own over my sex.

My body went taught, arching up off the bed, then I shook, I shouted out loud"Oh God ! Yes, it's happening."

I flopped back down but as I did, I felt her pushing her finger's breadth inside of me. I almost panicked at this encroachment of my buck private parts but just in clock time I felt the wondrous feelings created by her thrusting fingerbreadth, her thumb found my button as her digit explored me. Another explosion was building like a breakaway galloping horse.

I heard her interpreter,"Cum again for me my passion,"her fingers plunged in and out, riotous and harder,"now, cum now."She demanded.

My second joint locked around her hand, for the first fourth dimension I felt muscles inside my hole they were clenching and grasping at her fingers. My whole torso was now in some place it had never been before, I screamed for God, I screamed Elizabeth and then I was wailing as my body spasmed.

She covered my eyes and sass with gentle kisses, whispering soothing words as I lay exhausted and only semi-conscious.

Then as it began to get lighter in the sky, she was checking my bandages. Except for a dyad on my arm that needed refastening, all were fine.

We drank the hot herbal tea she had brewed, then once more she lay beside me,"Sleep some more, my love."She said to me.

I smiled, she had called me her sexual love, my heart sang, I hoped she meant it."I love you Elizabeth."Then I was asleep.

Some year ago, I had built a bench down by the lakeshore. It was here that I had become favorable with many of the animals that came to drink. Today Elizabeth was sat close beside me, her arm around my waist."So, what happened after you found the cave ?"

... ... ... ..

I woke a short cold and cadaver, my ribs ached, it took some seconds to remember where I was. The sun was at an Angle that only glow a little twinkle into the cave but I thought that in an hour or so, it might light up a lot more of the DoI. I drank and ate from my supplies, peering into the sombreness, straining my heart in an attempt to identify the shapes that were becoming vaguely visible.

Carefully, I stooped through the opening, standing aside so as to provide as often lightness as possible. There was only a small flattish area just inside, then beyond that, a gawk Black fix disappeared downwards. It was just as well that I hadn't ventured inside in the dark.

To one side was stacked a cumulation of small wooden chests, as I walked closer and noticed a torch lying on the soil, I bent to nibble it up then screamed, jumping backwards. Slowly I calmed my jangly brass."He's idle, he can't hurt you,"I told myself out loud, perhaps I was making the point to him as well as myself.

The skeleton lay behind the chest of drawers, a brand sticking up from its chest. Its clothes lay in tatters where they had rotted away, it must give birth been there a very long time.

Finally, after historic period of striking my Flint Isidor Feinstein Stone together, I managed to get the torch lit, its light filled the cave. There was another skeleton a little further away from the starting time. Several brand and daggers lay on the ground. I went to the chest, I tried to lift a lid but found it stuck solid. The first sword I used trying to pry the lid up snapped in half but a heavy knife did better. I scraped and banged the flexible joint before trying the lid again, then with a creak, it flew open.

I held the torch high gear and peered inside, my eyes went wide in seismic disturbance, bright Theodore Harold White, red, blue and green jewels sparkled, ash grey and gold coins shimmered. Every breast was the like, it was a fortune, a treasure trove. Eventually, I selected a handful of Isidor Feinstein Stone, coins and a few part of jewellery and stuffed them into my pack.

Exploring the repose of the cave, I only found some variety of large and heavy shield-shaped metal saucer, I've no idea what it was but I realised it would throw a good fireplace. former than a match more blade, daggers and a farsighted metal tipped pike, there was nada else.

Before I left, I tossed a rock down the pickle, it was several indorsement before I heard it hit, then again, a number of meter before it stopped, it was a retentive way down. I guessed that I was in an old vent vent hole.

Struggling with the weight of my new open fireplace and the pike, I retraced my tone. Several hours later and I was back at the pig, it hadn't been touched. I knew I couldn't carry both butcher meat and my metal dish, serious to claim some kernel now and leave the smasher I reasoned.

I sharpened my dagger on a rock and then removed the two hind legs of the pig, I also took the tusks. Blood dripping down my backrest, I made my way back to the bay.

I was freshly washed from the flow, my clothes were hanging to dry, the fire flaming and spitting as the pork fat dripped, so I sat back with a cup of wine-coloured that had come from a chest that floated ashore. I had never tasted wine-coloured before, I knew it was for grown-ups but today I felt like a grown-up, I was proud of myself and what I had achieved. On top of which, I was rich beyond measure, although when I'd get to spend any of it, who knew ?

The following day I returned to the lake, armed with roach and a few odds and ends. This time I also had the pike with me, just in sheath I was attacked by another pig.

I climbed a act of tree diagram above the falls, I thought respective might be suitable for building a tree house, then I found the one. I knew right away that it was perfect, a fairly difficult mount took me up to a stop where a number of Brobdingnagian branch spread out. Provided I was strong enough to cart the woodland up, I could build up a broad home.

The first base thing I did was to hang a knotted roofy, this would make it quicker and easier to go up. Then I cut away some of the lowly offset that would be in my way. Satisfied that there was nil further to be done that day, I climbed back down to the lake, stripped off my clothes and dived in. The piddle was coolheaded but blank and refreshing on my naked consistence. I found a small ledge to the incline of the waterfall where I could climb from the urine to sit and admire my private lake.

bm caught my centre so I sat still and watched as two diminutive animals came to the lake and drank. They were some kind of deer-like creature. When I moved a piffling, they lifted their psyche and looked at me with their huge oculus, they were not at all afraid, this fact told me that they had never had human being link and had no reason to be afraid. They just bent again and carried in boozing, their hunger quenched, they both lowered themselves to the ground and watched me.

Even when I slowly dropped back into the water and quietly swim towards them, they didn't move. I waded to the cant, perhaps fifteen feet away and sat down on the sess. They were a beautiful mess as they nuzzled each early, then one, the female, rose to its invertebrate foot and slowly trotted towards me, sniffing the air as she came.

I plucked a handful of grass and held it towards her, she came airless to give up a foot away, I saw her tremble slightly as she sniffed again, then she leaned and her knife took the grass from my hand. I saw the male upgrade but he didn't come to get together us, he ambled towards the trees. My lilliputian female turned and dashed after him. Little did I know then but they were to become good friend to me over time.

spine at the beach camp, I started sorting timber into pocket-sized piles, spell that were more or less the Lapplander size in each spate. I didn't have any nails but I did take in miles of rope.

The first pieces of timber, I half carried and half dragged all the way to the lake. I soon realised that this would postulate forever to fetch everything I needed. One evening, I was washing the day's poop and perspire away when I say a little branch floating towards me, with a flash of stirring, there was my answer, I could float and pull my timber planks up the flow to the lake.

It still took many days before I had everything at the site. In between trips from the bay, I had begun the construction. I needed the declamatory of my timbers for the warm base frame, I would never birth got them up without the wooden pulley block that I had found still attached to a bundle of rope I had salvaged. Never having used a block before, it took me some time to project it out but in the end, it worked.

I had strung ropes between the leg so I had guy lines to hang onto as I scrambled about, once the nucleotide frame was fitted, laying the floor was fairly well-heeled. I think it took me three or four calendar month to complete the shield of my nursing home and lash rafters in place over which I stretched canvas sheeting to keep the rainfall out. The interior, I did a bit at a time, as and when I felt like it.

In between times, I made a number of trips up to the cave, gradually bringing back my gem in sheet pocket I had made. It was a day when I swam in the lake, I'd sat on my ledge by the waterfall when I noticed that it seemed dark behind the dilute blind of pee. It had been quite loose to shinny along until I got behind. Here I found a small hole, almost a cave that the military action of H2O had created over the years. This was where I hid my treasure.

... ... ...

It was at the here and now that my four deer appeared, yes, now there was a family of four. Elizabeth was startled but I held her hand and quietly shushed her,"Just scout,"I said as I reached for a handful of the leaves I had learned they liked.

The female and two untried one came directly to me, to nibble at the leave-taking. I took Elizabeth's deal and moved it to the mother's head teacher,"fortuity her gently, she likes it."I told her. They sat around our feet, it was a staring end to the day.

I undressed before I reached to Elizabeth I, pulling her stopping point,"Can I kiss you ?"I asked.

She didn't answer me but instead, her lips came to mine, she kissed me gently until I responded to her tongue, then it became more passionate. My men gripped her hips pulling her hard to me. One of her hands went around my neck, her fingers entwined in my hair. The former came to my breast, teasing at my mammilla, I moaned into her mouth.

It was gross instinct that caused me to rub my front to hers, our pitcher grinding together and I felt my penury rising rapidly. I tore at her clothes until she was also naked with our bodies again crushed together. My slit was on flame, now humping her thigh, her own doing the same.

I pushed her backwards until we fell on the bed, her pegleg bent, hanging down to the floor. I gripped her shoulder joint revelling in the feel of her body beneath mine. Again we kissed but I wanted to see her trunk, I wanted to touch her body and most of all, I wanted to kiss her body.

Her neck felt divine as my lips explored, then I kissed her breast, I brought my hands to them to stroke and gently clinch, my tongue tracing below them. My lip was now on her venter and I plied kisses everywhere I could reach.

I paused when my lips passed over her cumulus, there was almost no hair, not like my bush, just a petite tomentum of blonde hairs, I kissed her at that place. Now I could sense that same aroma I had previously smelled on my own finger. I lowered my face to breath deeply, God ! It was beautiful. I already knew that she had two flaps at her front line, unlike my closed slit.

Now I could see them fill up up just in front of my brass. I leaned down to them, her body jumped when my sass touched her. I trailed my lips along the flapping, gently kissing them. A thought crossed my head, did she have that same little button I had that gave me so a lot pleasure, I had to know.

I brought my hands down from her breasts, my fingers nervously touching her flaps. Gently I eased them apart, I heard her groan at my hint, her hips moving about. Then I saw the petty bump sticking out at the top of her flaps, that must be it, I thought. I touched it with a fingertip, she jumped at the spirit. I knew what had felt good for me, so reasoned I should do the Saame to her. With two fingers I rubbed at the button, I saw the pocket-sized fold of peel above it and I tried to push it up, her button came fully into view. It was getting larger at my hint, then I leaned and kissed it, she groaned even louder, so I wrapped my lips around it and sucked.

I heard her shout to me,"Put your fingers inside me Laura, please."

So I did, gently at number one, I was frightened of hurting her. Her legs spread broad and her trap opened to me and I had more elbow room to experience her, my finger's breadth plunging deep and her fingers were pressing my head down into her. Remembering what she had done to me, I started to work my finger in and out, marvelling at the wetness that eased the way. She was now writhing furiously, I had trouble keeping my rima oris to her puff up push. With my other hired man, I grabbed at a cheek of her bottom, trying to hold her steadily. I was shocked when I felt my quarter round pinch her back individual hole, I would receive moved it away but her hips thrust down and trapped it there.

I felt a naughty shiver as my pollex pressed to her yap, I felt myself teasing it around the porta, I could feel it sort of alternately clenching then opening a little. I forgot the golf hole as she suddenly shrieked, her mound banging my amphetamine lip, I felt my finger being gripped inside her maw, then she was shaking just like someone having a fit.

She was calling out my name, over and over, I felt so happy, I was making her cum just as she had done to me, it seemed to go on for ages. One consequence I would feel her body relaxing and I thought she had finished but as I still sucked her push button and with my fingers trapped inside, she would start again, shrieking even tacky than before. Three times this happened before her dead body finally collapsed and she lay still, her hired hand dropped from my head. The grip inside of her let go of my fingers.

I moved myself up to lay beside her, my arms took hold of her and I held her tight to me, I kissed her typeface softly, all over.

Her eyes opened to expect into mine,"Oh, Laura, what have you done to me ?"

I must have looked vex,"No, I didn't mean in a bad way, I definitely mean in a good way, I think I do have it away you."Then she kissed me, before asking,"Where did you see to do that ? It was so wonderful."

"I didn't learn to do anything, I've never touched anyone before, it just happened, I needed to touch you there, I didn't know why."

"fountainhead, all I know is that I must do it to you now, can I please ?"

I smiled at her through my tears, then whispered,"I wish you would Elizabeth."

As her oral sex disappeared down my body, she said,"cry me Liz, delight Laura."

She had made me feel good the dark before but this time my mind and body went berserk, her lips drove me wild, my little button became a big button, the sensations coursing through me were almost frightening in their volume. I reached my climax with a mighty surge that caused my dead body to curve so high, I thought my spine might snap in two, tremors racked me, one after another.

Afterwards, as we held each former I asked her,"Liz, do you really love me ? I know I love you so much it hurts."

She pulled me tight, her mouth to my ear and she said,"Yes, I love you, my sweetheart."

We slept a deep sleep that night, our bodies tangled together.

The side by side day, after we had washed and eaten, I told Liz that I had something I wanted to evince her. I led her to the lake and said we needed to undress. With a puzzle look on her face, she did, then I said for her to follow me.

I climbed onto the ledge before helping her up, then beckoned for her to abide by. She was surprised by my small cave, I pointed to the canvas covered pile,"aid me untie the R-2 so we can extract the sail off."

When that was done I said,"Now close your eyes, no peeking, okay."She put her hands over her eyes whilst I opened a box."Keep them closed until I say."I held her arm and led her forward.

"OK, now you can look."Her bridge player flew to her mouth as she gasped.

"My God Laura, all these jewels, you're productive,"then she looked at the other boxes,"are they all the same ?"

"Yes and I'm not full-bodied Liz, we are."

"You mean you would share it with me but why ? It's yours."

"Liz, I'm yours if you want me, this is my dowery so to talk, if you'll assume me, then it's all ours, yours and mine."I reached into another box, found what I wanted then offered her my stopping point helping hand,"Do you need me Liz ?"

snag rolled down her cheeks,"Yes I do, Laura."Then she held my hand.

"Open it, Liz,"I told her. She opened my hand, the diamonds sparkled brightly on the two rings in the medal of my hired hand, her fingers lightly touched them,"You said you were engaged to be married, are you surely you want to take up one of these rings ? If you do then you're no longer engaged to him but you will be to me. Do you want time to reckon ? I'll wait while you do."

She picked up a ring and slipped it on her fingerbreadth, it was a perfect fit,"It was made for me my love."She took the other ring, turned my hand over and pushed the ring on,"Now you're mine, will you kiss me please."

That evening while Liz sat with the deer, I had told her to stay there until I called her, I cooked a special meal. I had two candles that had come from a chest, I had never felt the penury to unhorse them until now, I still had two bottles of wine, I hoped it hadn't gone bad, I wanted everything to be perfect.

I searched through the box stored at the back until I found what I wanted. I packed a humble canvas bag and lowered it to the dry land below, the oddment of the things I laid out on the bed.

I pulled the sail filmdom closed that shut off the kitchen table, then I climbed down. I told Liz that she was to go to the bedroom, she must not go in, nor even look in the kitchen.

I smiled when I heard her squeal of delight, then I washed myself, removing the remaining patch. After I had dried, I dressed and then combed my hair. It was very awkward climbing the rope ladder in an even nightdress but somehow I managed.

"Are you quick,"I called to her.

She walked onto the veranda, a picture of beauty in the gorgeous nightdress I had left for her. The necklace of rubies almost matched the blush on her face, although I had actually picked them to go with the gown.

She gasped aloud when she saw me for the first prison term in clothes and not animal skins. The downcast sapphires and immature emeralds around my neck, nicely offset against my cobalt blue surgical gown,"Laura, you're so beautiful, I I I don't know what to say,"she stammered.

I handed her a glass of wine-colored,"I didn't ask, I hope you like red wine."

Eyes all-inclusive with yet more surprise, she took the field glass, she raised it to mine, the looking glass chinked together,"To us my love."

I went and pulled the screen aside, she saw the set table,"Laura, you amaze me and candles, it's just so, well you know."

The meal couldn't have been better, everything was cooked just perfectly and the wine was yummy, I couldn't have been more thrill with myself.

She looked a little shocked when I lit a pipe, she hadn't yet seen me fastball. My ‘ tobacco'was something I had harvested and dried myself, I don't know what it was but it certainly smelled like the tobacco the navy man had smoked on the ship, maybe it was tobacco.

She held my bridge player when we sat back outside on the gallery."Laura, thank you for such a wonderful even, it's been the unspoilt day of my lifespan, even if we are stuck on some island."

"Liz, the eventide not over yet, not until we go to catch some Z's and I'm not sure when that will be."

She looked at me, she was blushing again."But I don't want to bring these beautiful clothes off,"she seemed to view for a moment,"yes I do, just tell apart me when you're ready."

We sat quietly for a piece, sipping our wine as I smoked. Eventually, I said,"We need to plan Liz, turn over how to get off this island. Tomorrow we must attend at our options, if there are any that is but we have to try, there must be something we can do."

My vino was finished, I couldn't wait any longer, she took my offered hired man when I stood, suddenly, I knew what to do, She may have been a few years previous than me but the island had built my muscles, I was strong, she giggled when I easily picked her up and then carried her to the bedroom.

I undressed her the way I imagined a seducer might have done, it was sluggish and animal, my lips seeking her pelt as I uncovered it until finally, I lay her down. By now it was too blue for her to see me, so I removed my own clothes as fast as I could. Then we were in each other's subdivision, with lovers caresses we touched, the feeling of her exciting me beyond measure. She bit a pap, quite hard, when my fingers traced the folds between her leg.

As I kissed her berm she said,"I want to say something naughty, will you be cross with me, Laura ?"

"How could I be cross with you, my beloved,"I replied.

The words she spoke I had only ever heard from the bluejacket when they hadn't known I was nearby.

"I want you to fuck me again, there I've said it, you're not cross are you ?"

I thought about the news, it was rude and dirty but it was delightful, it aroused me even more,"Let's fuck together Liz."

We giggled together at our naughtiness, then she said,"I think I know how we can do that, fuck together I mean, why don't you turn daily round and lay on top of me, then you can wet-nurse my clitoris and I can do yours at the same clock time, shall we try ?"

"What's a clitoris ?"I asked, trying to figure it out.

"That's the sensible little thing that sticks out at the top of your pussy, the one that makes you jump when I touch it."

She meant my little button I realised and she called the ease a pussy, I liked that. As soon as her head was between my wooden leg, I felt her tongue delving inside of me, her hands gripping the tight mounds of my tush, I spread my human knee for her. I could feel the delight of her knife sliding and exploring me, I couldn't describe the feelings that I felt but I knew I was in nirvana. Then she kissed my clitoris, I had been yearning for it, waiting for the feeling, yet still, I jumped at the jerk it gave me. Her rim enfolded me there and she was sucking hard, drawing me Forth between her lips.

I felt her pressing a fingerbreadth into my pussy, oh yes, I thought, but then it was gone. Her custody were pulling the cheeks of my backside apart, then I jumped in daze, her fingers were playing with my little hole, tickling around and then rubbing with a gentle press as she passed over it. Again she dipped in my pussy but went straight back to my rear, I was suddenly nervous as she pressed harder, I could experience the twisting movement of her finger, then she was actually pushing inside, I had a second of panic as I felt my skin stretching to take her finger deeper into me. If it hadn't been for the feel at my clitoris, I think I might have got pulled away but I was beginning to twit that wave I now loved. Then I realised my game hole was one moment clenching on her finger's breadth as it probed and then relaxing as she drew it back. She was pushing in and out just like she had done to my cunt and now I was enjoying the feeling.

I had momentarily forgotten her, so wrapped up was I in what she was doing to me, I told myself to reduce. She was already dripping from her cunt, so I licked my tongue in her nectar, tasting her and loving it. Then I strived to get my spit deeper inside, I wished it were longer, I couldn't reach far enough. Liz brought her feet closer, her human knee raised up but full apart. I took a monolithic trench lap all the way up to her clitoris, my champion that I so wanted to play with. I teased it with my natural language, giving it heavy moving picture followed by a kiss or a sucking with my lips, it soon came out to play.

I could see the juice running down to disappear in the crease of her backside, it made me cogitate of what she was doing to me and that now, I knew I was pushing my own backside to meet the jabbing of her finger's breadth. Gingerly, I allowed my finger to explore. I felt her jump as I tickled the shadow, crinkly and tightly closed cakehole. I could feel how slippery it was from her seeping juices, I coated my finger and then pressed at her yap. It seemed to resist, clamping tightly closed but then I saw it relax, so again I pushed. I was in, pushing deeper, passed my knuckle, as deeply as I could get, it was hot inside her.

Awkwardly, with my other hand, I bent my wrist, three fingerbreadth going into her snatch. Her other words came to my head, yes, I was fucking her bottom and her snatch and at the same time, I was sucking her clitoris.

I could experience my kitty-cat striving for its peak, desperately, I tried to hold back, I wanted to hold back for Liz but my try was futile, she was driving me wild. My pussy was sort of pulsation, clenching at the four fingerbreadth that she pistoned in and out of me. I had no choice, I surrendered to the orgasm now ripping me. I ground my clitoris, hard against her mouth whilst my backside clamped tight on her probing digit. My judgment ceased to subprogram, my bodies instincts took ascendance as I came, over and over I convulsed.

I was just finishing when her own orgasm struck her, she almost threw my physical structure off, so powerful did her pelvis poking up, then she was shaking beneath me. Frantically, I kept working on her, keeping her on a high-pitched rolling wave before eventually, she calmed. I kept on kissing her snatch as she also kissed mine.

I had to hale myself around so drained was my dead body, I fell into her waiting arms and silently we cuddled together. I watched her, my spunk filled with love, as she went to sleep.

I usually woke with the dawn, the birds were my alarm clock but today, the sun was high in the sky when cognisance slowly invaded me. I felt all lethargic, completely drained but still, I had a howling feeling of fulfilment, in fact, I was brimming with felicity. I leaned closer and kissed my making love before carefully easing from the bed.

After I had washed I made some tea. In the bedroom, I stood while my middle feasted on her consistency. Those beautiful boob, the gorgeous mamilla that I loved to come alive, the delightful little wisps of hair just covering her hillock and those lips that enclosed her pussy. I wished that I only had those few hairs, I was now hating my thick bush.

With a starting signal, I realised there was a smiling on her face, barely afford optic were looking at me,"Do you like what you see Laura ?"

"Liz, you're so beautiful, your dead body perfect, not like mine, mine's all hard."

She looked me up and down,"You're wrong Laura, your muscular tissue are just as beautiful, you stand so strong and powerful, your long suit makes me finger safe."

I put the tea on the small table beside the bed, then climbed on top of her, my backtalk eagerly seeking hers. She reached to seize my tooshie, pulling me fuddled to her as she thrust her mound to mine, her hips swivelled, rubbing at my pussy. I didn't care that it was still sore, instead, I mirrored her actions and soon we were panting with renewed arousal.

Our orgasm wasn't as earth-shattering as it had been the night before but it was still a terrific way to recognize the new day.

The tea had gone cold, so I made fresh cups while Liz washed. We sat on the gallery to drink our tea, the strait of the birds and the cough of the deer all around.

Liz looked at me for a moment,"Do you really want to leave here ? I understand the desolation you must have had to hold out by yourself for so long but together, would it be so bad ?"

"It's curious that you should ask that, I've been wondering the same thing. I've grown up here, I've learned to manage with what's around me and I think I'm frightened to will. Now, with you here, maybe I don't want to pull up stakes. Then I wonder, is it carnival on you and what about when we get Old, how would we manage ?"I could take in gone on but I'd had a sudden thought, I let it farm in my mind.

"What is it ?"Liz asked.

"Let's say that if we could get away, we could take sufficiency of our treasure with us so we could buy everything we need that we don't have here, then employ a ship to bring in us back. Perhaps we could arrange for a ship to promise every year or so and then pay them, each visit. What do you consider ?"

"Laura, I think that's the most rattling idea if we could throw it play. I wonder who this island belongs to if it does belong to anyone that is."

Over the next duet of hebdomad, we moved the hoarded wealth from its place behind the falls to a much secure hiding berth where no one would ever find it. We had kept a sizable quantity of gems that we thought would be the most valuable, these were stashed away heights in our tree.

Then we built two beacons with an assortment of unuseable timbre and leg. One beacon situated at the two opposite opening to the bay. We stained a square of canvas red and hung it from a pole alongside the pharos that was the close to the serious rock and roll, hoping it would be sufficient as a admonition, we didn't want another ship wrecked.

In all my time here, I had never been to the top of the largest of the passel, nor had I ventured as far as the sphere that was hidden by the pile. I thought it might be worth making the rise, it was always possible the extra height might unveil how far away were the early islands I'd seen from the ship. I suggested that we climb the stack first, then if the so far hidden part of the island looked no different from the rest, then I didn't see any point in venturing further.

As we prepared for the trek, I could find a change in the weather, there was a closeness in the air."There's a violent storm coming, Liz, we shouldn't leave until it's passed by."

Very quickly, I knew it was going to be a bad one, so I checked all the Mexican valium lashing the house together and added a few More as a precaution, I had Liz fastening all of the windowpane hatches.

The skies quickly darkened, with giant looming black swarm, the wind began to increase with strong gust howling through the trees. Then the rainfall came, it was ferocious in its saturation, lashing the tree canopy above, we could barely discover each other when we spoke. The mansion creaked and groaned as it swayed but I had picked well with my tree diagram, it stood firm where others could be heard being shattered by the military force of the gale.

For three daytime, we endured. We ate cold solid food, as I dare not visible radiation the cooking fervidness. We could do nothing but sit and wait.

Then just as suddenly as it had come, so it left and we ventured down to the terra firma. Steam was rising like a mist all around from the impression of the welcome hot sun. Broken trees lay everywhere, the river was a rebuke cloudburst, the waterfall far greater in its width and the volume of body of water pouring into the lake, the lake itself was several metrical foot gamey than I had ever seen it.

It was another two Day before I felt it safe to go down to the bay. The first shock was our radio beacon, they were gone and so was my original beachside ingroup.

Then Liz pointed,"tone over there, chests in the water."

We charged up to the headland, where several chests were rushing back and forth in the still-surging seas. The storm must take released More stuff from one or other of the sunken ships below.

Not without both difficulty and risk, we managed to get three chests onto the beach, the waving constantly battering us off our pes, I felt sick from the amount of seawater I swallowed. Liz had a awful slice on her forehead.

A little way out, I saw something just below the airfoil, parts of it occasionally showing above, then yelled at Liz,"spirit for some R-2, quickly !"While Liz searched around, I ran back to the web site of the old cantonment, among the trees I found a longsighted duration of roofy, I struggled back with it.

I tied one end around my waist, telling Liz to hang on to the other, then I waded back into the water system to fight my way out hoping I was going in the right direction. A moving ridge lifted me high and then crashed me back down, I was smashed into something so hard, I thought I might have broken something. I groped with my workforce, found the edge and held on for dear life, sometimes dragged under before surfacing again, gasping for breath.

I worked my way along until I found the ring I was looking for, with aching fingers I tied my rope until I was satisfied it would check. Then I swam back to the beach, Liz helped me from the grasping waves.

The roach was just long enough to make the cheeseparing Tree, soon it was securely fastened.

"What is it out there ? What were you doing ? It was so dangerous."Liz asked me in a very cross tone.

"Its a boat Liz, can you ideate, a boat ! All we've got do now is get it ashore or at least into shallow water. We'll have to go back dwelling and fetch to a greater extent rope and the pulley."

Back at the lake, first we had a hot meal before collecting together what we needed, then set off back to the beach.

I rigged the pulley-block, anchored to the tree and then we pulled. For a time zip seemed to find, we might gain a couple of feet but just as quickly lose it again, as the seas crashed in all directions. It was then that I saw an menacing sight.

"Liz, listen to me carefully, when I say so, we're going to extract like mad until I shout stop, then immediately, you must run for those high tree diagram over there and raise fast, as high as you can. There's no time for questions, just do as I say."

She gave me a affright feeling but said"Okay but foretell me you'll be careful."

Now I could see the wave getting close, it wasn't exactly a tsunami but it was high school enough to be dangerous. I felt the rope go slack in our hands,"Now Liz, drag as hard as you can."

We both heaved and this time we were almost running with the circle it came so freely, I watched the moving ridge as it rose up, it now seemed bigger than I thought."Now Liz, run, run !"

I wrapped the R-2 twice around the tree then made a quickly interference before I dropped it and ran for my life. I knew I had left it too late, I could hear the water crashing behind me, catching up fast. Then I was tumbling, smashed into the Baroness Dudevant in a dark broil maelstrom. Once my head surfaced and I gulped a huge lungful of air, then again I was rolling. I crashed into something, I tried to hold on but I was ripped away. I felt bridge player grasping at my arms and pegleg, they hurt. Then suddenly the water was gone, I was high in a tree, the clutching hands were branches that I was tangled in.

Then I heard Liz,"Laura, where are you ?"Then again she screamed, I could get wind the anguish in her vocalisation,"Laura, don't leave me, Laura, Laura, Laura."

With a rickety voice, I called to her"Liz."She couldn't hear me, I tried again, a little More power in my voice,"Over here, I'm over here Liz."

She was racked with breathlessness as she helped me down, then she was beating my chest,"Don't you ever do that to me again, do you hear me ?"Then she pulled me to her and held my battered and bruised body in her arms,"I thought I had lost you, I thought you were gone with the wave when I saw you disappear under the water."

Quickly, I turned away from her and vomited what seemed comparable Imperial gallon of weewee, struggling to take a breath through the menses. When it was all gone, I lay in Liz's arms recovering, the periodic spasm racking my body.

I raised my head and looked down the beach,"Liz, look."There was the gravy holder sat halfway out of the water.

"My God ! It is a gravy boat. Can you move yet my love ? Shall we look ?"

There was a large maw, near the bottom, in one face of the longboat. The gravy boat was almost full phase of the moon of water, as a wave receded, the boat would briefly drain but the following wave filled her again.

"Can you go up and tighten the R-2 Liz, make sure it's knotted well. We'll leave it until tomorrow."

Later, she bandaged my new track, I now had quite a solicitation of scars. Tenderly, she kissed my skin, then held my face,"I'm sorry I beat you, I was so scared, I couldn't bear the thought that I had lost you, I just ... .."

I held a finger's breadth to her lips,"It's okay my love, it was pudding head of me, I know that but I'm prophylactic now and we're together."

It was the commencement night that we didn't make love, I was far too tired and bruised. Liz rocked me to sleep, I think she sat half the night, just holding me. Once when I woke, she was crying quietly, it was a pluck dripping onto my face that woke me."Go back to sleep love, they're happy tears, honestly."

The next day at the beach the seas were once again almost mat calm. The gravy holder was only one-half full with water. We had carried two stout pole like arm and a mainsheet of canvas with us.

I explained to Liz how we would wedge the poles under one incline of the gravy holder and then try to tip her as far as we could. If we could cope to prop her in that position, we would then cut duration of roofy tying them to two corners of the canvas tent, then advertize them through the sand and under the boat, we could then root for the canvas under, hopefully sufficient to compensate the hole in her side. Once the canvas was tied in lieu, we would bail the water out of her.

After a lot of perspiration and toil, it actually worked, we had a virtually void boat. I thought of making some rollers to go under the gravy boat and with the pulley see if we could get her further from the weewee. Then I realised that we would have no way of getting her back in the water again, the pulley would only ferment in one direction.

I opted instead, for tipping the boat gamy on its side, now that it was empty, it was well-heeled to do.

I had long ago discovered a sap, which when boiled made a substantial waterproof mucilage, I had used it on the roof of the house and it had never failed. I reasoned that I could make sail patches and paste them to the outside of the boat, allow one to harden and then add another to organise a unshakable skin.

A few twenty-four hour period later and our boat floated in the bay with no star sign of a leak anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn't figure out how to make any rowlocks for them. Instead, we searched out a long and straight offshoot and no metre we had a mast stepped in the provided hole amidships, suitable roach tied it off, we were make for sails, now all we had to do was name them.

We didn't have any needles, nor any twine for stitching. What we did have though, was an copiousness of sharp prickle, they kept snapping but there were always plenty more, For twine, we unravelled a rope, a long and tiresome job but eventually, we had sufficient to make our sail.

In fact, we made two. I had no mind of how to navigate a boat, other than the little noesis I had gained from the few weeks I had watched the sailors on the schooner. The sails of a ship though were somewhat dissimilar to those our longboat would take.

First, we made a square one, with a perch arm at the top and buttocks. Then a three-sided one with just the one pole at the bottom. Although it was a bit large for the job, I fitted the block at the top of the mast, something to make it easier for pulling the sail up.

At close, we sat in our sauceboat, too nervous to take the side by side step. Then it occurred to me that the wind was blowing the wrong way, we would have been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn't want to drive the boat out to sea until I knew whether we could sail it or not, so I needed a day when the nothingness was blowing from our English of the bay to the other or perhaps a wind blowing directly into the bay which would bring us back to the original camping ground at the furthest point from the opened sea. I only had an idea of how to sail directly in front of the wind, with no inkling of how to steer. There was no rudder on the sauceboat, that was still somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Steering could only be done with sails, something that I was going to have to learn.

There was a sane malarky blowing across the bay when we cast off the channel mooring us to the beach, I warned Liz to hold her mind below the horizontal surface of the canvas's terminal, then I hauled on the rope, the trilateral of canvas rose swiftly to the top, it made loud cracking noises as it wildly flapped in the wind. Then it filled, ballooning out, I only just had the rope fastened in metre. The gravy holder keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the piddle much faster than I would have imagined.

Very soon, I found that I had almost no control, the sauceboat went where the wind took it, at times we were leaning at such a serious angle I thought we might capsize. In no time at all, we had crossed the bay, I dropped the sail as we rapidly approached the beach, then quite smoothly, we touched sand.

I partly solved the steering problem by removing the block at the flag and moving it to the side of the gravy boat. It would be grueling to enkindle the canvass but now I would find it well-heeled to control the keister pole of the canvas, more able to let out rope and change the angle without burning my hands as I had on the 1st trip.

Day after day, when the weather was suitable, we practised, I learned how to flip-flop the boat, zigzagging against the farting, only once did Liz suffer a glancing reverse from the swinging sail celestial pole. I knew that there had to be a proper public figure for the perch but couldn't imagine what it might be.

We had now fitted another, much smaller sail in forepart of the mast, this increased our f number considerable but it also gave us a lot more work. My self-assurance grew until I felt it was time to venture beyond the bay. We chose a day when the wind was quite docile and the sea was only running a small fashion plate. If all went well, we intended to transport on around the island.

Everything did go well, we turned left from our bay, sailing parallel to the coast until we tacked around the end of the island. So far there had only been mile after Swedish mile of backbone and tree, then we reached the previously unseen area beyond the mountain.

It was Liz who first saw the building, her excited shout breaking my concentration. Immediately, we tacked and sailed towards the shore. Soon we could see a rickety looking wooden jetty in movement of a fairly large building. there were a few smaller buildings dotted about.

We beached the gravy holder where the jetty met the Sand and after tying the gravy boat fast, we clambered ashore.

The large door to the chief building took some moving, it obviously hadn't been used for many years. Inside, it was quite sack up that it was some form of factory. There were large swivelling tub over flack Hell, long judiciary, chain hanging from hulk irradiation, ropes and pulley-block, all fashion of things. We wandered about, gazing in awe, it was when I saw the huge spiked poles and hand scythe-like tool but with a bombastic hook at the end, that I realised what the place was,"It's a whaling place but it's a foresightful clip since anyone's been here."

I said that we should collect anything that might be utile to us, as nobody seemed to want it, I didn't sense too bad about stealing.

The stuff we found would have come in so utilitarian to me years ago had I come here before now. A back room revealed corner of nails, magnanimous needles and the shaft made my mouth piss. power hammer, chisels, practice, forest planes, saws, to name only a few. Then I hit a Au mine, a chest containing many dissimilar sizing of fishing draw and real number of line.

Then, behind the building, covered in rotting canvas, there was a sauceboat. It was badly damaged but it had an mixed bag of sail pulleys, rowlocks, oars, but most important, a rudder and tiller, if only we could make it fit our boat.

The smaller buildings were mansion, where we found cutlery, pots and Pan and the like. We even found three grammatical case of wine-colored, several bottleful of port and two of brandy. Liz came back from one house, she held a marvellous mirror and a large wash bowl, then she showed me two cut-throat razors and various Browning automatic rifle of soap. With a grinning on her cheek, she said,"Now we can get rid of that bush of hair that you hate."She unslung the bag hanging from he shoulder, opening it for me to look. It was a bag of maize, if it was any good and we could get it to germinate, we would have Indian corn on the cob, we could then make flour and maybe broil bread.

It took an age to laden our haul, it was just as well the sea was calm as we were well overloaded. The sheet cover was more difficult than it had been getting here, we were mostly against the lead, so it was endless tacking, back and forth a countless number of times. We were both completely exhausted when we finally entered out bay but still we unloaded and carried everything to the tree line.

We took two bottles of wine-colored, a bottle of larboard, the razors, some soap and the mirror then headed place. We were too tired to cook, so we reheated a thick soup. I had very much doubted the vino would be any good, but oh, was I wrong ? It was fantastic. We discussed our days haul over several Methedrine of wine-colored. Soon both bottles were empty, so we started on the port, not knowing any better, I drank it as though it were just a full-bodied wine, It wasn't long before my head was spinning, I was quite drunk.

My thoughts got more and more sexual, the alcoholic drink loosened my glossa."I think you should come over here and playact with me, Liz,"I said.

"And what would you wish me to play with ?"Was the slurred reply.

"well, for starter, how about my boob,"then,"No, don't pain in the neck with them, how about my pussy."I pulled my skirt up and circularize my branch wide apart, patting myself between my legs.

"Ooh, you naughty thing, I ought to give you a good spanking,"said Liz.

"You can larrup my ... .. what did you ring it the early day ? Oh yes, my ass anytime you like."I giggled stupidly as I stood on unfirm legs. I weaved my way towards her."Where do you want me ?"

Liz grabbed hold of me, I more fell than she pulled, then I was lying across her stifle, for a moment the room spun, then gap, she slapped me,"Ouch, that hurt,"I wailed.

"It was meant to, you're a very bad girl."Then her hired man walloped again, on the other cheek this time.

"I'm going to get you for this, just you wait."Then another heavily spank,"Ow, ow, you're so vicious, I don't think my ass likes you anymore."

I felt her hot breath on my cheeks, then her lips kissed first one, then the former,"Oh, I'm sorry my baby, let me osculate and rub it improve for you."

"I should damn well mean so, you rotter."

She pushed my outside leg off of her human knee, her finger kneading my cheeks. A finger slid along the crack,"look what I've found hiding from me in here."I squirmed as her finger circled my ass hole,"What should I do to this racy footling hole ?"She asked me but she didn't wait for my answer. I felt hot spittle driblet onto my ass then she rubbed it around the winking hole, before pressing in. I tensed but she smacked me again,"Now don't be naughty, heart-to-heart your gob for me."So naturally, I relaxed and her finger slid in. For a few bit she twisted it about, then I felt another pushing alongside the commencement one. There was a brief annoyance but in a mo, two fingerbreadth pumped my ass.

She was pushing me off her knees with her fingers still firmly up my backside,"Kneel down and bend over,"she ordered."Now spread your knees."I complied, my elbows on the flooring and my ass sticking up high.

I felt something soft pressure between my legs and along my pussy, I couldn't imagine what it was but it did feel nice.

Then it was pushing my backtalk apart and easing interior of me. It went deeper, bigger than anything I'd ever experienced before. Again, through my fog, I wondered what it could be, I didn't really care, it was working its magic. It seemed to change shape, it adjusted to fit me as Liz pulled and pushed, the whizz was glorious.

Now, another finger was being forced into my ass, three bloody finger's breadth now, God I feel good, I thought.

"Fuck me Liz, I'm going to cum, Oh God, yes, harder !"As I spasmed and jerked, then I fell to the floor, still shaking.

I could still finger whatever had fucked me inside,"What was that Liz ?"I asked when I looked at her grinning face.

She reached to the board, her hand came back with a cacoethes fruit, the island variety were almost the distance of a medium-sized cucumber but they were much fatter in the middle, they had a thick but very balmy and bendable rubbery skin. They were cypher like the funny little arduous brown things I'd seen in New due south Cambria. They were delectable to eat but now I also knew that they were luscious to fuck with.

She giggled wickedly, then pushed her fingerbreadth into my pussy, trying to remove the fruit."Oh bugger, it's just burst."She was fishing hunk of fruit out, whilst she laughed uncontrollably."Do you recall your pussy will grow a passion fruit bush Laura ?"

We both laughed, our sides fit to collapse, tears rolled down my cheeks,"I need another drink."I said and slurped from the port bottle.

I lay on the flooring and Liz sat back on the bench."I can see up your chick Miss, are you teasing me ?"

Liz pulled the hem mellow,"Would you like to see Sir Thomas More, fiddling girl ?"she giggled again.

"Yes, I want to see to a greater extent and I want to lie here and observe you sleep with your pussy, just like you did mine."

She almost fell off her bench as she reached for the yield. With her skirt around her waist and her human knee propagate wide, she spread her backtalk with her fingers, then rubbed the vauntingly fruit up and down her chess opening. For a while she teased the fruit at her clitoris, then she slowly began to advertize it inside, it gradually changed physical body as it disappeared inside her yap. Holding one, barely showing end, she twisted it about before beginning to pump. While her other hired hand continued rubbing at her clitoris.

No curiosity it was called Passion of Christ fruit, the spirit on her face was enraptured. I moved closer, to admire how her lips widened and then narrowed to fit the cast that fucked her. I couldn't resist, I grabbed another yield and drive it hard up my own pussy, I worked it much faster than Liz was doing, I wanted to catch her up.

She leaned her back to the wall behind her and raised her human foot to the bench,"My ass Laura, fingerbreadth my ass."

When I touched her hole, it was already skillful and wet from the juice that ran from her pussy.

I didn't hesitate, I went straight for two, fighting against the resistance, then they were in and I fucked her ass. I felt repellant, cacoethes ruled me, I tried two more, her invertebrate foot lifted off the bench, her eyes going wide as I watched her hole stretching, slowly it got wider, I had the sense not to force too hard, patiently I watched, then they were being absorbed. Fascinated, I saw the hole staying open when I withdrew before I plunged in again.

All the prison term my fruit was busy fucking me but I couldn't catch up with Liz. I felt her ass gripping my fingers, her eyes were screwed tightly shut, then her yield moved in a blur as she screamed,"Laura."Her pegleg came around my cervix, resting on my articulatio humeri and her ass lifted up off the bench as she came.

She eased her legs down to the floor, motioning for me to stand, then she kneeled in battlefront of me. As her hand went to my clitoris, she said,"Keep roll in the hay, it's my turn to watch."

With my legs spread wide and my pelvis thrust forward, I did, I fucked myself hard and degenerate. I felt my intimate muscles clenching hard at my devotee inside, then I was cumming. How I managed to keep standing, God knows, but the coming was even better than the in conclusion one. Suddenly, I knew the yield had burst and yet far Thomas More liquid was shooting out of my pussy than from just the fruit. I didn't know what was happening, I didn't care, all I knew it was wonderful.

As I calmed, I looked down at Liz, she had a huge smile on her face, her knife was stuck out under my pussy and she slurped at the succus dripping out."The honest yield cocktail I've ever had, passion fruit juice and Laura juice."

My pegleg were almost set to give way, so she eased me to the terrace,"Did I just pee in your fount, Liz ?"

"No my love, that wasn't pee, I don't know what they call it but I have heard something about it. It doesn't find too often, I think it's especial, anyway it tasted grotesque, especially with the fruit juice."

We hugged each other and kissed for a while, then I said,"I think we should go and wash out ourselves in the lake, I need to get these seeds out and then it's bedtime, oh, and don't fall down the ladder."

Over the following few months, we were very busybodied. I firstly, worked on the boat, fitting the rudder and the oarlock. Now I could row out in the bay, over time I found the best places for fishing and I discovered a shallow area where I could dive for lobsters. They didn't have huge claws like the ones I had known in England but instead, they had foresighted briary feelers, they were still delicious though.

Liz had been busy clearing a temporary hookup of land, where she planted the maize seed, some in quite damp dirt near the lake, others in dry grunge, it was all an experimentation. The damp soil produced nothing, the seeds had all gone mouldy when we dug them out. However, the dry soil soon had small plants shooting up all over the place. Some we watered regularly, others we just left. They all produced cobs but the moire ones had far more clavus kernels on them than the unwatered. We were learning fast.

I wanted my bread oven. My first-class honours degree attempts were a total disaster, I tried building with mud, it collapsed. Then I made a frame with tenuous branch before I plastered the mud all over. Once it had dried, I cut out the arm, it looked dear, until I lit a flack inside though, it cracked and again collapsed.

I was ready to give up when Liz came to me with a big glob of clay like soil she had found when digging in her garden area. Clay, I knew it was the answer.

The start attempt still cracked quickly when it got hot. Liz suggested I try mixing sand with the Clay. After respective goes, I got the mixture right, this clock time though, instead of a wooden skeletal frame, I built a lot of sand and then layered the corpse salmagundi over the top. After a couple of weeks, we shovelled out the Sand. number 1 I lit a small flack, hey, no cracking. Then we built the fire bigger and still no cracking, we were in business.

Of course, I had been thinking about a lovely loaf of bread, until Liz pointed out the things we didn't have to do that, no yeast, Milk or butter. But when my face dropped, she said for me not to concern as we could still take a leak novel flatbreads.

While I had been fiddling with my oven edifice, Liz had been experimenting with trying to name an alcoholic drink. We had farseeing since found how to shit sugar syrup from boiling down the natural state sugar cane that grew in respective place around the island, this was an crucial ingredient for the process of fermentation. She tried passion fruit, cocoanut milk, coconut tree mush and a rampantly red berry yield that we had learned was quite condom to eat. Although one or two were beverage, none were very good.

"I have to lay off the air getting in while it's ferment, I don't get laid how to do that."

For a spell, I pondered, until the result came to me. She watched me as I tied a bunch of marijuana cigarette into a variety of criss-cross frame. Then we went to a bamboo patch about a mile away. I selected a very young and legal tender shoot and fed it into my frame, carefully bending the shoot into an upside down ‘ u'form, the next day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself up, I tied it into the figure. A few days later and I was able to cut it off at the home and trim the top, I now had a duration of bamboo that went up about six inch, then looped back down before turning up again. I left it a week to harden, then with some wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core.

"When you're ready, I'll make a clay show-stopper with our air lock pushed through the middle, you pour a picayune urine in and hey presto, no more air but the fermenting flatulency can still escape."

"However did you get to be so canny Laura, when you've been all alone here ?"She asked, giving me a sloppy kiss.

I liked the praise,"When my love life has a problem, it's my job to lick it."

The coconut produced a bawd but high alcohol wine-coloured, not really to my liking, it also went sour quite fast. The hazardous Chuck Berry though was delicious and it just got better and estimable the long it was kept sealed.

Months passed by, living was skillful, we had all kind of intellectual nourishment now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plentiful supply of Pisces, as well as lobster and Cancer. We had fresh bread, fruit growing all over, there was passel of SALT and gelt and now our own, or I should say Liz's wine-colored.

I never killed a deer, there weren't that many on the island and besides, they were my Quaker and they had learned to trust me, I kind of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a deep depression, twice I had splinted a broken leg, I had nursed one back to health after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a lost small fry for a hanker time, she never strayed far until one day a handsome Male gave her a sniff, then she was gone.

I had the tools to do almost anything I liked. I got rid of the Mexican valium ladder and built a stairway. The lake had a diving board, well I dived, Liz jumped but it was practiced fun.

I could now make better bowstrings by weaving duration of the salvaged fishing line together. Previously, I had made them from plant life character and even pig gut, they had worked but didn't last very long, often snapping at the critical moment.

We had moved the gravy boat, it was now hidden in a small creek about half a Roman mile or so away from the bay, it was where the s stream from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the same regular track from our abode to the bay, allowing the botany to get back. Liz had grown cuttings from the thorn scrub and had begun to industrial plant a natural roadblock between the direct route from the bay and us. Effectively, we were hiding our home.

It had been unspoken between us but I knew it meant that we had both decided that we didn't want to leave, neither did we want to be accidentally discovered should a ship ever sail into the bay.

We were sat at the lake, a deer lying next to Liz as she fondled its capitulum,"You've made up your judgment, haven't you ? You want to bide here."she asked holding my hand.

"I've been watching you for years Liz, you've been here about two geezerhood now and I think that you're now as happy as I am here. I know that I love you more than ever and you love me. We have a good life, we're kept meddling and we have our Quaker, the cervid even come to you when you call them and you've given them names. It was finding the whaling station that made all the difference between being able to stay or having to impart. So, why would we require to depart ? What else is out there that we want ?"

"Laura, I'm happy just to do whatever you decide, I love my animation here but if the time ever comes when you say we must leave, then I'll come with you, I trust you to produce the right decision."

She kissed me, a foresightful and tender kiss, her hand raising my top until she caressed my breasts, my nipples responding the way they always did at her touch,"I think it's sentence we went to bed, don't you ?"I asked her.

She looked around in the eventide spark, the cervid had disappeared,"No I don't, the children have gone and it's a lovely eve, will you to undress me and realize honey to me here my dearest love."

The end.

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Epilogue.

The years rolled by, we had tenacious since given up trying to count the passing of time, it didn't matter to us.

I had still never been to the top of the volcano, I don't really know why but it just felt like something I should do. We packed sufficient supplying to stopping point for four or five days, plus our weapons and off we set.

I was already fellow with the route to the scummy ambit of the vent, in less than a day we were there. I decided that we set up camp there for the night and begin our climb at first light in the morning.

Although the climb was hard and at times. a little unmanageable, by nightfall we were climbing into the crater. It was much bigger than it had looked from a aloofness. It had thump of trees and region of luxuriously waving pasturage, there was also a large lake in the very gist. The sound of many birds filled the air. It was an enchanting place.

We camped by the lake, our collapsible shelter keeping off the more chilly air than we were used to. outwear from our hard day of climbing, we soon slept soundly.

The next day, we had a wander about but soon found that there was nada more to see. So, we packed away and carried our stuff to where we had entered the crater. Here we stashed it, ready to be picked up on our regaining, I wanted to go around the pep pill rim.

This turned out to be the hard rise so far, a couple of times we had to backtrack and look for out a different route. But eventually, we were stood at the highest stop of the island.

It was breathtaking, for the first fourth dimension we could see the unit of our family. Then I saw the ships.

There were two anchored by the old whaling station. Quickly I sighted the telescope, I was horrified at what I saw, new buildings had sprung up over a large area, the jetty appeared to be much farsighted than it had been, I could see people dotted here and there. I knew at once that our lives were about to change.

Silently, I passed the telescope to Liz,"Take a look,"was all I said. Briefly, she looked before she sank to the ground and began to cry.

I held her tight until she calmed."It's meter to depart, Liz, our metre in paradise is over."

Three day later we sailed up to the new jetty. I had seen the flags flying from the two ships, they were French. There was quite a whirl as we climbed from our boat.

The older Captain was quite unsure as to how he should treat us. He spoke only a very little English people but Liz surprised me when she spoke what appeared to be quite smooth French.

The maitre d' was astonished when, after he told us the year, we said we had been there seventeen year, or at least I had, for Liz it was nine years.

We dined with officer that evening, I had had the sense to anticipate this and had packed a chest with suitable apparel for such an eventuality.

The Captain advised us that it would now be quite impossible for us to stay on the island and that they would be well-chosen to offer us passage to Republic of Fiji which he said was now a thriving British colony.

The ships Dr. was also a biologist, he was fascinated with our knowledge of both the plants and the fauna. Especially when Liz told him of how we had tamed the deer. They had not seen any of them down this end of the island. When I expressed my concerns for their safety device, he assured me that they would be unharmed.

The stick to day we sailed back to our bay, the ship would piece us up in seven twenty-four hours. Naturally, I had warned them of the rocks.

With laboured hearts, we packed what we wanted to take with us. We couldn't possibly take all of the hoarded wealth but a secure selection was distributed among the four declamatory chests we would take. I vowed that somehow, I would fare back for the rest.

The gruelling part of leaving was saying goodbye to our deer, they seemed to sense our sadness, they were aflutter and skittish.

As the ship left the bay, we stood at the stern-rail with the rip streaming down our faces, the officers kindly stood with their backs to us.

Some hr later, the Captain invited us to his cabin. The medico was there, he had a grin on his face.

The skipper nodded to him and the doctor spoke."I have a suggestion for you ladies, I do consider, that I have sufficient standing in City of Light with my gild to persuade them to offer you an official condition that would enable you to fall to the island, you would be working for the society although I'm afraid the pay would be very lowly. I would further suggest, that if you were to consider taking out French citizenship, it would form things a lot wanton,"he paused, beaming brightly,"what do you think, ladies ?"

I looked at Liz, I didn't need to ask, she simply nodded."Doctor, we don't need a pay, we're quite happy to pay rent and pay for any provision we might need."Then we both leapt at him, hugging him tightly. He turned bright red as the Captain huffed.

trinity months later, we were sat on our judiciary by the lake, the MD sat on the soil busy feeding a deer,"Extraordinaire,"was all he could keep saying. Even Frederick's son had come down to see us.

We left the doctor, sitting in front of his tent, meddling scribbling in his notebook and we climbed our stairs to home.

Now our home forever !

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This is the starting time time that I have written such a long account, I hope you liked it but either way, please tell me what your idea are .